What you narrate i.e. the stories I receive
Doesn’t always marry up with what I believe
You tell me a story and claim it is mine
My version is different, and I don’t think that’s fine
It is not fine because a lot is untrue
So, don’t narrate for me and I won’t narrate for you.
Do you want to know my story? I have one, it’s a thing
I am a child of great ancestors, and a queen and a king
I am one shade of greatness, and you are another
But your narratives ignore mine, so I’m left to suffer.
The stories I know and the stories you tell
There’s a great disparity and I’m just told “Oh well”
You can’t tell me my story; you’ve been trying for years
Go on, keep trying but I will close my ears.
I will tell my story, the story about me
It’s from my experience and from all that I see
I am reclaiming my narrative, there’s no other way
Fun fact when I claim it, it’s here to stay.
So Black History Month this year
We’re reclaiming our voice
We’re reclaiming our narrative
And to that we’ll rejoice.